So what makes people think that the minute you turn 40 you have to hand in your “cool” card and all your metal records and start listening to nothing but Wilco while sitting in your rocker after Matlock reruns? We are older. Not old. We’re still the people who scrawled pentagrams in the margins of our notebooks, who partied in arena parking lots before shows, who waited outside record stores on new release morning. Not only are we still those people but we still want to do those things. It just seems like no one wants us to.
I write about the general misconceptions about older people and music, and have a little conversation with Mike Doughty about it.
Please click, read, share, etc. I am kind of happy with this one.
This is my new favorite song.
I had a long call with people I work with, and I had ideas about finding my way to new listeners. Having this excellent second-act career, as a middle-aged artist, making singer-songwriter music that some Soul Coughing fans don’t like—and, pointedly, vice-versa—I want to get in front of the audiences of other artists with listeners in their late 30s, 40s, early 50s; to generally find older people that would like the songs. I’d like to widen my audience.
Very relevant to my interests.
